There’s a recent trend of blaming your parents for everything that’s wrong with you, so I thought I’d look at modern adulting.

After a week of general rubbishness, a thought I saw the dimmest light in the darkness.

were subject to the lockdowns, I used to joke I was in danger of becoming agoraphobic. And given Melbourne may have endured the longest lockdown on the planet, or the most consecutive days in lockdown, or if you compare a very small number of cities…

Haley Joel Osment may have been able to see dead people, (The Sixth Sense), but seemingly, I see a chicken that isn’t there.

One of the major fictional archetypes is the crone. She may be the grumpy old woman you want to steer clear of in case she curses you.

Having been intrigued by the Venerable Nick Keomahavong’s morning routine, it’s only a small step to wondering about a Monk’s evening routine. Similar to morning routine, most evening routines are focused on increasing productivity the next day. But the Monk’s purpose in their evening routine is to bring the mind back home to stillness and…

Not sure what I was searching for when I came across a new to me take on the morning routine – the Buddhist Monk’s morning routine as demonstrated by the Venerable Nick Keomahavong.

I recently read an interesting piece by Alison Flood, who reports Oxford University Press (OUP) are replacing the sexist language in example sentences in the Oxford English Dictionaries (OED).

In 1954, Abraham Maslow posited that all people are driven to fulfil a basic set of human needs, from the most basic through a hierarchy of needs.

One of the 2019 Emerging Writers Festival workshops I enjoyed was Madeleine Dore’s Reaching the Finish Line, but it was mainly about overcoming fear.

Sometimes it’s funny what you find isn’t it? You start an internet search with a clear goal, and this leads to that, which comes round to the other. And before you know it, the day’s gone and all you found was an epic library catalogue from the sixteenth century!

For those who don’t know, the Latin phrase Memento Mori more or less means remember, you’re gonna die too. And perhaps coincidentally concurrent with my visit to the Vikings exhibition, the funeral home that threatened to cancel my mother’s funeral four hours before it was due to commence sent me an email to remind me that it’s…

I’ve been researching Life in the Great Depression, so I’ve been thinking a lot about the relationships between time, money, and love.

Somehow a conversation about The X-Files morphed into running aground when you are trying to lose weight because people just don’t plan for the plateau.

It seems that every time I turn around, I see or hear something about the benefits of vulnerability. I’ve talked about it before in relation to pride, but it seems like it might be time to look at it again.

It’s been one of those days that you might call a bad day, and I’m feeling grumpy and generally disgruntled:

In a forum that we are both members of, Sharon asked the question “What happens when you slow down?”

As I was unpacking after my funeral trip, I realised it would take me a while to get back to normal mentally. I’d accumulated a lot of mental clutter leading up to the funeral trip, and it would be harder to sort out than unpacking a suitcase.

It is human nature to classify things, most commonly into good and bad categories where they can be safely forgotten. But pigeonholing people can be problematic for you as well as the person you are classifying.

So I’m reaching the point where the next fat old white man politician who tells me he’s in politics (representative government) to do what he thinks is right is in danger.

My neighbour’s desire for a manicured lawn, saw me pulling a dead shrub. Leaving plenty of time to contemplate whether you can control clarity.

Having had a recent temper tantrum when confronted by refrigerator chaos, I realised it was time to restore order and cultivate clarity.

The first mobile phone call took place in 1973, but I didn’t get my first phone until 1997.

Last week was a solemn week for many Australians, and there has been an element of the tension between individualism and collectivism, and whose goals should be primary.

I noticed silence in the garden is lost too, with unwanted noise in the form of car alarms, leaf blowers, and “doof-doof” music.

While I was christened an Anglican, my family wasn’t deeply religious so I don’t know much about Easter, but I know for a lot of people it’s a significant event

I’ve always spent a lot of time alone inside my head, and the silence of my alone time is where my creative ideas come from. 

I just found out that March 8 is (was) International Women’s Day.  I only found out because I’m catching up on my reading (now that Stress Free Dinner Parties is on the market), and one of the services I subscribe to commented on a political party’s choice to have their formal “celebratory” dinner in a men’s club…